Dali blinked at me. "Would you mind making coffee while you're dancing? I smell it on the bottom shelf, either first or second jar on the left." I opened the first jar and looked inside. Coffee. The label said BORAX. "What's up with the labels?" Dali shrugged. "You're in the house of a cat whose job is to spy. He thinks he's clever. I'd be careful with the silverware drawer. There might be a bomb in it.

Kate had never met a person she didn't want to protect, preferably by hacking at the hostile parties with her sword.

Maybe if I prayed to Miss Marple, she’d hook me up with a clue

Congratulations, love. You traded up. Does he treat you well?' 'He's a teddy bear,' I said. Teddy bear looked like he was suffering from murder withdrawal. (Rene and Kate on Jim!)

The universe shrank to Curran and his pain. I had to break him free. Nothing else mattered.

Just to make sure the odd humanoid aberration doesn't get away, always pin it through the nuts.

It was the kind of place you went when your earthly troubles became too much for you and you were looking for a creative way to commit suicide.